Eyes open to obstructed skies
Not quite scraped, but somewhat hidden
Sunlight bends and shifts
Through glass, steel, and pavement
Merged and stacked to hold our lives
Eardrums quake to the energies
Of all things near and far
Folks, creatures, and contraptions alike
In continual motion
All tending to tasks unrelated
Both above and below the asphalt
Giants clamour
Creating their own winds and tremors
Causing sleeping hairs to rise and dance
And still puddles to jolt with excitement
All senses are ensnared
By the surging crowd
Dense and chaotic
Yet somehow an unceasing play
Of life and beauty
Within this play there is
Companionship, hatred, adventure
Loneliness, freedom, romance
Victory, apathy, rage, and ambiguity
Nearly all things other than normalcy
While its cast may be enormous
It is never truly complete
Holding myriad open spaces
Open, not empty
For they do contain belonging
Each space; just large enough
To suit any character
Regardless of traits or alliances.
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